Flora's POV
The bright morning sun was streaming through the kitchen windows when I walked downstairs, the light reflecting sharply off the very marble counters where Eugene and I had been just hours before. My entire body felt tightly wound, keyed up with a restless, electric energy that made it impossible to sit still.
"Morning, sleepyhead!" Emily called out cheerfully from the island. She was already dressed in a casual oversized sweatshirt, pouring herself a massive bowl of cereal.
"Morning," I said, forcing a smile as I walked over to the coffee maker. I poured a mug, needing the hot liquid to ground my shaking hands.
"Wow, you look like you're in a great mood," Emily noted, nudging my hip with her elbow as I sat down on the barstool next to her. "Did you actually get some sleep
